Paul couldn’t help but admire the view as he approached her. The way she was spread open for him was so inviting, and in many ways, quite distracting. It would be easy to just relent, and admit defeat, just to be inside of her. But, he could be just as stubborn as she was intent on being, besides…it wasn’t a part of the plan.
Stay focused, he thought to himself, this is going to be a long, fun night.
As he stepped up to her, he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed ass cheeks. He smiled, tracing the red welts gently with his fingertips, and watched the fire get brighter in her eyes. Their time had started much earlier in the evening, even before they had entered the room at all. In fact, her being in the swing was the second part of the night.
While they were becoming more comfortable being in each other’s presence, up until that evening, there had been no impact play at all. Not that he hadn’t wanted there to be any, they just took their time building up to that moment. Their days had been spent getting to know one another, and take in the local sights, while their nights had been spent getting to know one another on a more intimate level.
Then, what had started as heavy petting during an early evening quickie, escalated to another level entirely when he had smacked her bare ass playfully. That one smack had flipped a switch in them both, igniting their desire for much more. He could still see the look in her eyes after that first smack, and how she arched her back, raising her backside up for more.
He had been more than willing to oblige too, bringing his hand down on the other cheek tentatively testing the water. The look she threw him had said volumes, more than anything she could have said verbally. More, harder, the fiery look read as she wiggled her ass seductively, and that was all he needed to know.
Soon after, Paul was beating a steady tattoo on her round cheeks, watching them turn red as her yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He loved the feel of her flesh beneath the palm of his hand, and the resulting sting from each hard smack. The smell of her arousal permeated the room as moisture began forming on her folds.
Pausing, he slipped his long fingers between her folds, and sheathed them in her velvet embrace with a single thrust. The urge to take her right then had been overwhelming to say the least, especially when he felt her clasp hard around his fingers. However, she must have seen the glint in his eyes when she looked over her shoulder at him.
“The room,” was all she said, and they both knew what that meant.
Now, here she was, bound and spread on the swing she had lovingly caressed just a couple days prior when she was shown the room for the first time. They had discussed this room many times over the past several months as he was getting it setup. Their safe word was long established. It was to be their escape, where reality was put on hold and left at the door, even if only for the time they were immersed in one another.
“Are you ready?” Paul asked her, running his fingers along her inner thigh.
(To be continued)
© AC Elliott, 14-Aug-18